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Tonight's festivities had been nothing but a headache up until now. I tightly woven intricate tapestry, made to honour each tiny detail with a closer look. Nothing could go wrong, no line could be off. Ofcourse, it had many hands working on it and may experts looking at it- but nothing the less, it had been a lot to oversee for the ruling family of the lands- as after all. Not only was this feast a way to honour their god Xeion, it was just as much a time of diplomacy. A time when the royal family could make out the best of their lands towards the foreigners that bestowed their capital with attention Of course, her mother had been responsible for most of their familial burdens in organizing this feast- but the older both of them got, the more of it's responsibilities had to be shared with her future successor. And thus, her role within it all had only been growing for the last few years. . Generations of traditions, faith to be kept- all in all, it was one great work of art, now her art as well.. one that was arguably worth all the sowing that had been done in order to reap the most out of it.

And now that it all was done- Nymeria looked out on its beauty with pride, easing into its festivities with ease as she finally had a chance to let herself go and enjoy the time she had worked hard for to obtain. She was one of the many vocal points of the festivity, a rare jewel within a room full of them. Or at least, that had been how her advisors had thought her to think of it all. And in truth, they had been right. A crown princess never strayed far from home, many political endeavors over their countries borders had been done by other in order secure her safety- bullshit reasoning if you asked her- but it was how her mother had wanted it to be. And thus that meant for many foreigners, that this was the time for them to meet the future ruler of their neighbours. So she had to be seen, she had to look great- and luckily those were a few things she was very skilled at. Walking around the room with confidence whilst wearing her most extravagant revealing dress- covering herself with generations-old golden jewellery- past down from crown princess to crown princess- as well as their trademark crown.  The poster crown princess she had been that night.

And one that flowed easily upon the dance floor, showing off her body with little shame, catching conversation with both interesting and boring people from all around the world yet one seemed to catch her attention the most that night. As his sigh at the corner of the room caught her eye. A grin shortly evolved on her face as she approached the man, her heavy jewels jingling as she neared him. Her golden eyes set on sharp as she took the man in. He was younger than her, Lemurian for sure. A vylasar she guessed from her looks and clothing- though of course she could be off completely. "I'd almost think you weren't enjoying yourself in my home," she said, her voice warmly toned "This isn't at all true, is it? "

The way his whole demeanour shifted in an instant did not pass her keen eyes- his quick words, his stutter, it had the princess entertained to say the least. The corners of her mouth curled upward in an instant as he readjusted himself to get the faint look from his eyes. A quick breather was all he stated, continuing to compliment the feast he attended. Nymeria chuckled, remaining rather modest for a crown princess though her eyes sparkled as much as her dress did whilst he complimented her works with her joy.

"I am glad to hear that Vylasar" she noted- maybe it was a wild guess to others, but for her it was a means of coming out on top. A calculated statement made by a princess who made sure to remain the smartest within the room of her own home.  But him being able to stand within the halls of her home, drinking the liquor from her family's closet could only mean he was of noble origin. His clothing was revealed to be that of Lemurian origin and the way his skin looked paler than the moon in the sky meant he did not see much sunlight at home. It could be no other than a Vylasar.

She smiled as she tilted her head a little, noticing the drunks gaze over his eyes- "Have you tasted our local beverages yet?" she hummed as she laid her hand upon his upper arm "I assure you, they are worth the burn," the princess continued as she locked her eyes upon his, a chuckle escaping her.

He was nervous around her she noted, perhaps the touch of her warm hands had been a little too much of a stong introduction. After all, the man walked down her family floor. drank from her cups and feasted upon their food. She could only imagine how much of a burden it had to be to try and not fuck up in front of her. After all she knew her reputation fell in line with that of her family. Sharp, and fierce- Nymeria had come from a long line of female warriors and rulers, and her genes had not failed her up until now. Yet, they were also sure to offer her a warm side- one she made sure to be on the front row of her appearance tonight, and especially as she stood in front of the stuttering sheep.


Thus she smiled kindly, her warm eyes softening slightly as she removed her hand from his shoulder. "Only if you can of course I can imagine getting drunk out here tonight is not all too high on your priority list tonight" She chuckled as she shrugged off the topic "So Vylasar, i am afraid i failed to catch your name" she preferred her conversation to feel somewhat personal, especially when those were with nobles. You never knew when you needed to write one a letter when you were as involved in politics as she was. "I'd like to know which Valysar it was exactly that dressed that nicely tonight"